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Solemn and righteous
Alone and wandering
Many are looking
Under earth and up at stars
Ready for that moment
A single moment
In which their life blossoms
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, just take a moment and appreciate the long journey that you've survived-it's the glory of a lifetime you can't sell nor buy;>
look how far have you gone
childish plays and dolls now all defined a woman grown
stars you wished upon did not shoot the shot you scored
yet gave you a lot than wisdom of twinkles and more
even better for a future of a strong self and bold
all those lonely nights in the lousy storms
turned out to be embraced by your daemons to a joyous old soul
one of a kind with struggles that no one knows to cherish to hold
ought for you to breathe and live and carry and mold
on your own blossomed and snowed
through summer bosoms and winters and highs and lows
through hells and heavens and sweet merciless hollows
anticipate in you a tomorrow of fruitful stores
things to save up for the upcoming open doors
--------ravenfeels
Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 3:24 PM UTC
and again salutes outside the window and again
they and they again and I still watch
on their old old lost
lost pieces of paper scruffy
battered by this time by these
over the years with these watches over the centuries
considerations all all all that
eat in this dark bright summer light
and again the window and again the walls and again
it and again it spun one in
huge terrible waltz since the soul
mine is yours and all this is one continuous howl
and since my truth is yours all that
was and always will be forever and how
all this huge dance dance dance
huge black man dance or
or what or and when or and whether
it or well anyway well anyway i
will utter this final word final
word word ending life is death
and only death in the world exists and
of course the birth though there are doubts
probably only death and she alone
and life and our life was not and never will
never
06.10.18
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 2:11 PM UTC
Awaken the beast.
Tremors and quakes rattle this
vessel of flesh like
a storm that ravages the
spring sky. You do the same to
me. Fingertips like
cold raindrops trace my landscape,
I'm electrified.
Quiet moan breaks the silence;
every cell has come to life.
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 9:45 PM UTC
Foot tap,
tap,
tapping;
pencil chewed down to the core.
Focus, it will come.
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 9:48 PM UTC